Wu Haoyu's POV:
I spared the feckless boy barely a second glance as I tightened my grasp around Yanyan's wrist, forcibly pulling her along in my wake. She resisted briefly with an indignant huff, but whether by instinct or calculation, her struggles swiftly dissipated into grudging compliance.
A leaden silence stretched between us as we crossed the campus courtyard to where my sedan idled in blatant violation of the parking restrictions. Only after firmly depositing Yanyan in the passenger seat and rounding the front of the vehicle myself did she finally dare to break the fraught quiet.
"Just what in blazes was that little exhibition about?" she demanded, her tone a blend of censure and challenge that sparked treacherously along my fraying restraint.
Jaw ticking, I slanted her a sidelong look from behind the steering wheel before keying the ignition to growling life. "I could ask you the same. That boy was far too familiar for my liking."
